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A review by kbsharpe21
Midnight at the Electric by Jodi Lynn Anderson
4.0
For such a short read, the stories within this book moved me in such a gentle and quiet way. I’m normally not a fan of epistolaries, but all three of these women were so interesting to me. Each woman had something that I personally resonated with, and it was the first book that has made me cry in a long time.
I cried twice. The first time on page 131 from Lenore’s perspective about grief because I felt so understood in my own grief.
“Beth, I’ve made a discovery, and it’s that grief isn’t like sadness at all. Sadness is only something that is a part of you. Grief becomes you; it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything— every little thing—different than it was before............
And it makes me think about you and me. And how I’ve wanted so badly to be the person you remember. And how I’ve hated everyone for their sadness because mine is so big and ugly and hungry inside me that I can’t let it catch me.
I’ve been up all night. I’m lost, but I also want to tell you, that I’m not hopeless. I can hear birds waking up, and a line of pretty yellow light is falling into the room, and I feel alive like I haven’t in a long time. It feels like waking up from a fever. Like I’ve been asleep for months, or a year.
***But I can’t promise you that I’m unaltered. And I’m not sure anymore that I want to be.”***
And the second time I cried was for that damned TORTOISE.
I’m just so glad I read this.
I cried twice. The first time on page 131 from Lenore’s perspective about grief because I felt so understood in my own grief.
“Beth, I’ve made a discovery, and it’s that grief isn’t like sadness at all. Sadness is only something that is a part of you. Grief becomes you; it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything— every little thing—different than it was before............
And it makes me think about you and me. And how I’ve wanted so badly to be the person you remember. And how I’ve hated everyone for their sadness because mine is so big and ugly and hungry inside me that I can’t let it catch me.
I’ve been up all night. I’m lost, but I also want to tell you, that I’m not hopeless. I can hear birds waking up, and a line of pretty yellow light is falling into the room, and I feel alive like I haven’t in a long time. It feels like waking up from a fever. Like I’ve been asleep for months, or a year.
***But I can’t promise you that I’m unaltered. And I’m not sure anymore that I want to be.”***
And the second time I cried was for that damned TORTOISE.
I’m just so glad I read this.